Jiu Ci: "..." Although he knew that his grandfather cared about him, he did not leave out his eldest grandson.
But...why are you so gentle to your sister and so rough to yourself?
Jiu Ci was puzzled. He looked sadly at his grandfather's side face and his white hair. The sorrow in his heart gradually disappeared.
With a bang, the door of Ye Mansion was closed tightly by Ye Qingtian. Ye Qingtian muttered: "Wuhen, let's find some magicians to come over tomorrow to do some rituals and get some mugwort leaves to drive away the bad luck."
Ye Wuhen coughed dryly. Seeing Ye Qingtian staring at him, he couldn't help but nodded and said, "Yes."
"Ge'er, you have been wronged outside. Grandpa is too old to protect you. You have to make your own way in the future.
You work so hard outside and still come to visit grandpa, you are really a good granddaughter, unlike your unfilial father who turned out to be a ghost and still comes back to collect debts."
Ye Qingtian said with tears.
Ye Jingfeng, who was separated from the door, heard Ye Qingtian's plaintive voice, and then looked at the closed door with a livid face and dumbfounded.
Ye Jingfeng's words were all stuck in his throat and he couldn't say a single word.
Qingge inside the door sighed. Seeing that Ye Qingtian was about to take him to the innermost part of Ye Mansion, he quickly pulled Ye Qingtian back.
Ye Qingtian turned back to look at Qing Ge, widened his eyes and asked, "Is my little Ye'er here?"
"No."
Qingge shook her head honestly.
"Fortunately not."
Ye Qingtian pulled the brother and sister Qingge to continue walking forward. Qingge thought of the relatives outside the house, pursed her lips, stopped, and pulled Ye Qingtian again: "Grandpa, my parents are not dead, they are still alive."
While alive, they have been in the Heavenly Realm of the Gods. Because of the rules of the Nine Realms, they cannot come to the Four Stars.
Now Ge'er has brought them here..." Qingge has a way to deal with all kinds of conspiracies and conspiracies. Looking at the old naughty Ye Qingtian who is childish, she doesn't know how to formulate her words.
This day has finally arrived, but we haven't seen each other for decades, and our grievances and emotions are completely different.
It took Ye Qingtian twenty years to gradually accept the news that his son was dead, and suddenly he told him that Ye Qingtian was still alive, and the pain of these decades was nothing.
He finally accepted this fact.
He is afraid of losing something and finding it again. The despair after hope is the cruelest thing.
Hearing Qing Ge's words, Ye Qingtian suddenly stopped in his steps and looked back at the closed door.
Qingge held her grandfather's old hand. The hand was full of wrinkles and felt a little rough, but this was the feeling that Qingge had been looking for.
Qingge led Ye Qingtian to the closed door and opened the double doors. Ye Qingtian looked at Ye Jingfeng outside the door, his eyes becoming sharper.
Ye Jingfeng was so frightened that he knelt down again and prostrated on the ground. He did not dare to move. He could only say: "The unfilial son has seen his father. Please punish him."
Ye Qingtian stood motionless in front of the threshold, looking at Ye Jingfeng with a dark face and cold eyes.
Ye Jingfeng lay on the ground, not even daring to move. Ye Qingtian stood in the door and looked at him, occasionally letting out a sneer.
At this point, Qingge opened her mouth, but in the end she didn't say anything more and just watched helplessly.
Ye Qingtian looked at it for a long time, suddenly turned his head to look at Qingge, and asked anxiously: "Is it really not a ghost?"
Qingge sighed, took a deep breath, and said, "No."
Ye Qingtian looked at Ye Jingfeng for a long time, then ran away suddenly, hid in the house, locked the door tightly, and refused to open the door no matter who came to persuade him.
Qing Ge was well aware of Ye Qingtian's emotional changes and did not dare to risk his life to provoke Ye Qingtian. Seeing that the door was locked, he turned back to look at Ye Jingfeng. With one look, Ye Jingfeng knew what to do.
In the past, the residence of Ye Jingfeng and Yan Bingtong had maids and maids coming in to clean and tidy it up every day, so that twenty years later, everything remained the same as before.
When Ye Jingfeng and his wife entered their old residence, they both had different feelings and their eyes were red. They wanted to say something, thousands of words, words of guilt, but they didn't know where to start.
"Dad, he doesn't seem to want to face it."
After being silent for a long time, Yan Bingtong couldn't help but say.
Ye Jingfeng opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say a word. He had been a filial son since he was a child. From Ye Qingtian's words and deeds, he certainly knew that Ye Qingtian's thoughts had changed.
However, after not seeing him for twenty years, Ye Jingfeng was still scared.
After all, strictly speaking, he is really an unfilial son.
"It's okay, father will definitely forgive you."
Yan Bingtong held Ye Jingfeng's hand tightly and said with a smile.
Ye Jingfeng hesitated to speak, not daring to face his father again.
Similarly, even if Yan Bingtong could tell Ye Jingfeng so much, her grandfather was also in Ye Mansion, but she did not dare to see him.
The couple were in the same room and never dared to talk, both afraid of the complaints from their parents.
Even though they have experienced the ups and downs of the world, they still dare not, or even don’t know how to face their parents, or how to ‘apologize for sin’.
In another room, Qingge was with Ye Qingtian. Ye Qingtian pulled Qingge and asked Qingge to drink his newly brewed plum wine.
After Qingge took a few sips, Ye Qingtian asked excitedly: "How's it going, Ge'er?"
Qingge smiled: "It tastes good."
Ye Qingtian looked at Qing Ge, his mood changed from excitement to loneliness, and tears flowed out continuously: "Good boy, really a good boy, in order to make up for grandpa's long-cherished wish, he actually brought two dummies back to deceive grandpa.
Ge'er, don't bother yourself. Grandpa has long accepted the fact. Grandpa knows that your parents have died long ago.
You can work hard with peace of mind, don't worry about grandpa, grandpa is already very old, and he doesn't want to be a burden to you."
Qingge looked at Ye Qingtian, the candlelight was dim, and Ye Qingtian's face was kind and kind. Qingge pursed her lips tightly, with tears in her eyes, and she couldn't bear it in her heart.
Qingge didn't know how to explain to Ye Qingtian that those two were clearly her real parents.
Perhaps, Ye Qingtian has already understood what the truth is, but his subconscious is unwilling to accept it, or even resist it.
Qingge didn't deliberately say it, but waited for Ye Qingtian to fall asleep before quietly leaving the house.
After walking out of Ye Qingtian's residence, Qing Ge appeared in the courtyard of Ye Mansion. When he saw his parents sighing at the moon, Qing Ge didn't know how to comfort them.
Even though Qingge understands how to practice fighting, she doesn't know how to deal with such things. She can only stay with her parents and occasionally drink a glass of sweet wine.
Ye Jingfeng sat on a stone chair and kept drinking the plum wine made by Ye Jingfeng, one cup after another.
Yan Bingtong was well aware of her husband's situation and had no intention of persuading him to drink. She just stayed by her side.
Ye Jingfeng was not drunk after a thousand cups. He drank more than ten jars of plum wine. His lips and teeth were sweet and he was not drunk at all. He only looked at Qing Ge with red eyes: "Ge'er, I'm sorry for your grandpa."